Book Review: Future Shock

Future Shock Book Spine

One of the things, Oh Dear Reader, you will come to find out about me is that I have a disease called biblomaniacism. I argue however as with most things indulgence, not compulsion is the order of the day. However, I also argue if you are going to have a vice or let us say an issue as it were, then obsessive reading or collecting of books is not such a bad thing to have unless they fall on you or if you have to move them. I wanted to give the reader a full context for future meanderings in the realm of book reviews and general book discussions.

As of late, I have been having discussions on several fronts concerning the sharing economy and how transients and complexity add to the perception of less time in our lives. Humans also ask me to recommend books. Given these discussions, I have been recommending a book entitled “Future Shock” by Alvin Toffler. Here are the particulars:

Book Title: Future Shock
Author: Alvin Toffler
Publisher: Random House
ISBN: 0-394-42586-3 (Original hardcover)
Copyright: 1970

I have the original hardback version. I love the black cloth cover with the red letter embossed writing. I also love the perforated edges on the pages. The dedicated page is classic:

Dedication Page

The book’s premise is the presupposes that we as humans are moving into an area of “information overload” as far as I know this is the first mention of the terminology. Once again this book was published in 1970. The book argues that we as a society are facing enormous structural change, a revolution from an industrial society to a “super-industrial society”. As such the underlying delta in our perceptual makeup from moving to “atoms to bits” is that our sense of ownership and therefore our sense of time is greatly affected. The sense of ownership is affected by moving from having and owning to renting and sharing. The tome goes into great detail we are ever more transient in our behavior much in the same aspect our ancestors where nomadic. However, the major differentiation is that the cultural break from the past now comes at a price.

An excerpt from page 11:

“Future Shock is a time phenomenon a product of the greatly accelerated rate of change in our society. It arises from the superposition of a new culture on an old one. It is a culture shock in one’s own society. But its impact is far worse. For most Peace Corpsmen, in fact, most travelers, have the comforting knowledge that the culture they left behind will be there to return to. The victim of the future shock does not.”

The underlying thesis is that we as a society are processing more information in a shorter amount of time which results in all aspects of our being and relationships with life compressed and transient. For example, take an individual out of his/her own culture and set them down in an environment where there are different rules both written and unwritten which apply to conceptions of time, sex, religion, work, personal space and cut off from any hope of retreating back to a more familiar social landscape. This can be exacerbated if the culture has different value systems which it probably does then what is considered rational behavior under these circumstances for the individual? The book takes this view and applies it to entire societies and generations. Thus this incurs future shock on a massive scale.

One very cogent aspect that resonated with me is the concept of fetishizing anything and everything. The execution of this fetishization comes through the application of sub-cultures. Whereas any little modification results in a new genre of the individual with respect to the sub-culture. Maybe one reason this resonated with me was his illustration of surfers being a sub-culture. Toffler does an amazing job of mapping this sub-culture fetish to having styles automatically chosen for us whereas we thereby adopting the lifestyle without having to really perform the machinations associated with say paddling out in an ocean. If you adopt the style the percetion you are part of the culture is enough due to the transient nature of changing sub-cultures.

Toffler also goes into depth addressing the needs for our educational system especially k-12 needing to address thinking in the future instead of rank and file history which he does mention in most cases is variational and filtered as a function of the teacher’s belief system. He proposes a complete overhaul of the educational system on how we now have a static teaching agenda based on 17th-century rote memorization skills to a more adaptive system of learning. He also emphasizes how education will be more of a distributed individualized auto-didactic process. I consider myself to be an auto-didactic and relish the ability to sign up for Udemy or Coursera classes ergo I completely believe he nailed this assumption for the future classroom.

Oh, dear reader, if you made it this far fear not, this book is not a nihilistic or dystopian view of that which will inevitability come to pass. Toffler has a litany of suggestions for how we can overcome the future shock malaise or in fact he suggests it could be a new medical condition. I, however, will not list these in a cookbook fashion as I do not want to be a spoiler. Suffice to say we are seeing some people exercise their future thought to change future shock.

Caveat Emptor: This book will stretch and at the same time bind what you thought was good or bad for our western society. While you will probably pay a premium for the hardback original edition the paperback edition can easily be purchased for a very reasonable price. For those that work in the areas of dealing with humans or creating new technolgy I highly recommend adding this to your reading list. Your neurons will thank you for it.

If you happen to have read the book or are reading the book I would appreciate any comments you care to share.

Blogging Music: “Entre Dos Aquas” by Paco de Lucia, 1981.

Until then,

I wish you water,

tctjr.

HAIL SVEN! Steven Swenson March 13, 1967 – September 11, 2005

14 years ago today I was surfing a hurricane swell.   Sunny perfect head high waves were as good as it gets for this area. I caught a great wave rode it got a tube ride in fact then for some reason still beyond me I came in and said it was time to go home. Something didn’t feel right to me.

A couple of days earlier I was on a call from the United States to Costa Rica that went something like this at the tail end of the call:

T: “Hey man really how are you?”
S: “I am happy. If I had known it was going to be like this I would have done this years ago.”
T: “ That is great to hear. I’ll see you in a couple of days.”
S: “Yea man.”
T: “ This is going to be incredible.”
S: “Yes it is.”
T: “See ya!”
S: “Later!”

Then a day later I received a call which caused everything to come to an abrupt end.

This process had started a long time ago (a decade?) in a land far away when I asked some men very close to me one thing:

Q: What object is it that you truly desire?

Not in an existential aspect but something that you really truly wanted from a material standpoint  that you believe would otherwise be unobtainable?

This in an of itself is an interesting thought exercise as most are taught not to want or desire the carnal or material aspects of life.

This one man named Steven Swenson (aka Sven) responded, “ I want a custom made Beneteau 48 foot sloop to sail around the world with my family.

We all had an object of desire that we filed away in the area of what I call “The-Is-To-Be”.

I told Sven that one day he would have his boat and sail around the world. In addition to the boat purchase that was eventually named “Trinity” we were going write author book called “From The Valley To The Sea.” We promised each other that if anyone one of us walked in and said “hey its time to get that “Object Of Desire”  he/they would push back from their computer(s) and go without hesitation. We also said that if this was too much to ask they could easily bow out of the tribe.

In the spirit of this pact I enacted the process one day. I will never forget as I prepared myself most of the day before going into Sven’s office. I walked into his office and said “Hey you ready for that boat?” He immediately shut down his silver G4, pushed back his chair and without hesitation or questioning gave an emphatic “ sure lets go!” If memory serves correct he was out of his office before I could get to the door or respond to this actions.

That type of dedication, loyalty and trust between men hardly exist in today’s society or we are told that it shouldn’t exist. I am reminded of the adage “Being a good man doesn’t always mean being good.” Respect at this level is earned and once it is earned it appears to last forever.

Our lives are becoming ever more transient, and these types of engagements are fleeting if they exist at all. Deep dedication to a higher calling is unheard of in today’s society.   Even our relationships in all of thier aspects are becoming seemingly nothing more than pithy toilet paper page views.

This is especially in the area of relationships between men.

This event as are many with my comrade are crystallized in time. I refuse to let them go as Roy Batty says in Bladerunner “Lost in time like tears in the rain.” Nor am I being a martyr wallowing in self pity (in fact quite the opposite) nor am I creating a “better someone in death” scenario.

Indulge in the now, push back when the time comes, engage deeply in your relationships with those that truly matter and respond in like kind.

Sven had told me that its astounding, transcendent and humbling being at the helm of his boat in the middle of the night, in the middle of the pacific looking at the sea, sky and the stars.

I hope that he found his C-Beams glittering forever upon the sea.

Also remember it is an honor to say goodbye to someone. No matter how seemingly trite mean it when you say “Goodbye”.

As always with much Love to his wife, and two sons.

“Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic”

Rest In Power, Sven.

EVER FORWARD!

🤘🏻💜🌊

Revisiting Tannhäuser Gate

I haven’t written anything personal in quite some time due to several factors. I was compelled due to recent events. As most know or should be aware if you are a fan of science fiction, artificial intelligence or biology then you know that Rutger Hauer left this place we call Earth. Rutger played Roy Batty, replicant,Nexus model number N6MAA10816, which was a combat model. He was also the leader of a renegade replicant group that hijacked a shuttle and traveled to Earth to demand a longer lifespan. I watched both BladeRunners in sequential format. Earlier this year I re-read Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, !984 and Brave New World within a two week period. AFAIC, while 1984’s dystopian purview was enthralling and the terminology was spot on, the aspects of DADOES were and are so much more prescient and dealt more with within our psyche and of our so-called modern world. With the passing of Rutger Hauer, I was reminded of the immensity of the final death monologue that he authored and performed, supposedly in one take to the amazement of those in attendance, even bringing them to tears. Here is the scene:

Roy Talks About The Gate

I also believe the original soundtrack design by Vangelis‘ that Hans Zimmer in the 2049 remake essentially duplicated, in obvious deference, I would hope to due its perfection, adds to the immensity of the scene. What strikes me about this scene is the curios aspect the original Blade Runner was set in 2019 and Mr Hauer passed away in 2019. I call that #suspiciouscoincidence. What also struck me about watching this film for the (Nth) time was the sheer love of the experience of living that awe inspiriting retrospection of the beauty of the sheer joy of the experience itself that was being presented by an android who just saved the life of the human that was sent to exterminate him! The duality is astounding! Furthermore the android knew full well that he was being extinguished due to a timeout algorithm. Yet he still takes his time to emote on the carnality and the sheer magnitude for the love of existence. I spend an exorbitant amount of time nowadays thinking about machines that possibly can learn, think, reason and understand the world around them. Sentience is bandied about like useless tweets these days yet we are so far removed from the essence of existence. Sometimes I believe the real reason we are so enthralled about these types of endeavors is just to gain control. Control over everything even – death.

As an aside in complexity theory no one really knows why Fibonacci sequences and the Golden Ratio are so prevalent? That is but one example of how much we do not know. I digress.

Roy had an understanding of how short his existence was and how much time he had to experience the universe. Quality Over Quantity is a maxim that comes to mind. While it is not for me to say whether N6MAA10816 was “good” or “evil” – he did save Harrison Ford’s (aka The Blade Runner) life – I can assure you that he was envious of what we humans have here on this beautiful planet. We have C-Beams right in front of us everyday.

I’ll probably be retiring this blog and moving everything over to my official site in the future tedtanner.org

Until then,

Go Big or Go Home (or to the Tannhäuser Gate)

//ted

@tctjr

HAIL SVEN! Steven Swenson March 13, 1967 – September 11, 2005

“With heart and hand I pledge you while I load my gun again, you will never be forgotten or the enemy forgiven, my good comrade.” ~ A.S.L.

“If my comrade doubts I laugh confidently
If my comrade sleeps I keep the watch for him
If my comrade falls I fight on for the both of us
Because to every warrior the gods have given a comrade.” ~ Song Of The Comrade, Blood Axis

“And I held the breath inside my lungs for days
And I saw myself as one of many waves
And when I knew I’d become the ocean’s slave
I just stayed.” ~ Waves by the Bahamas

I’m sitting here watching scenes of IRMA basically destroy my beloved SouthLand.  June 1st – December 1st is that time of the year on what I call The Hurricane Train.  It is the tradeoff.  With beauty there is always underlying horror.  Steven and I used to talk all the time about the love of the ocean and this balance.  It is not something that is contrived.  Mother Ocean gives and takes as she sees fit.

On this day the ocean took my comrade.

Freediving.

I finally got around to becoming bonafide certified in the art of freediving.  Something I promised I would do in discussions with him.

Everytime I see a huge set, a wisp of salt spray, or glint of light from the bottom of the ocean I think of his laugh.

Stay deep comrade, stay deep.

 

 

 

 

 

HAIL THE SVEN In Memoriam – Steven Swenson March 13, 1967 – September 11, 2005

 

Hoek, Doc, Sven
                                                               Hoek, Doc, Sven

 

“With heart and hand I pledge you while I load my gun again, you will never be forgotten or the enemy forgiven, my good comrade.” ~ A.S.L.

“If my comrade doubts I laugh confidently
If my comrade sleeps I keep the watch for him
If my comrade falls I fight on for the both of us
Because to every warrior the gods have given a comrade.” ~ Song Of The Comrade, Blood Axis

Very late one night I was looking into some music and ran across a song entitled: “Waves” by the Bahamas.  For some reason I thought of my comrade as soon as I heard this:

“And I held the breath inside my lungs for days
And I saw myself as one of many waves
And when I knew I’d become the ocean’s slave
I just stayed.”

I know that Sven died doing what he loved. Free-diving.  I remember when he told me he wanted a boat to sail around the world.  I said, “Well let us see if we can accelerate things so you can get down to doing just that and get out of here.”

About three years ago I was talking to someone during an initial interview who in many ways reminded me of the Sven – even only about a half hour on the phone.  After about two hours talking (this guy wasn’t looking for a job and already had more than 20 job offers at scale.)  I asked this person what he really wanted.  Without hesitation he said “A boat to sail around the world”.  In fact it turned out to be the same type the Sven wanted and earned.  I grew deathly silent.  He asked what was wrong and did he screw the “interview” up.  I said no in fact quite the opposite and I asked if he had some time and I would tell him a story.    Synchronistic events in action.  There are no coincidences in life.

Due to all of our interests  back in 1998 I promised Sven if anything ever happened to him I would watch over his lovely wife and two amazing sons who are now young men practicing in the footsteps of their old man.  I can unequivocally say he would be very proud of both of them.

Last year I thought for some reason it was time to quit thinking about “all of this.” whatever this is.  Remembering those who lived loud and indulged in the greatest indulgence – life.  The I realized that is not something to quit remembering.

To switch gears for something that will forever be recorded in the annals of hatred for certain technologies  – even though he was one of the best programmers of all time.  As you watch: you know you have always wanted to do that and he did it with a brand new system:

 

After that give this a listen.  One breath.  Take a deep breath today and hopefully go underwater and remember Sven.  He would appreciate it.

Ideas Are Cheap Execution is Everything

Massey

Coding is a lot like Plowing

I was recently reminded of the importance of shipping code.  In the same night I watched the latest episode in the series Silicon Valley I also watched an episode of Shark Tank.  In the tank Chris Sacca (Uber, Twitter etc)  said “Ideas Are Cheap Execution is Everything.”  Looking at the field and thinking about the myriad of things to plant is akin to all of the ideas that people generate and think hey that is easy.  Just hit the easy button.  Well there is a stratification that occurs in the industry.  There are three tiers:  (1) thinking or what I call though-ting – as in we have thought about that some time ago.  (2) Executing on the idea with shipping code (3) and the ultimate example – shipping code that goes to production and does not fail that amazes the end user whether enterprise or consumer.

Most sit there and look at the field and think “golly jee I have an idea!  I really have an idea!” Great.  Good for you.  So do millions of other people.  However for those that can take an idea and execute it to shipping code from an idea that many if not most think is impossible and have it run day in and day out this is the stuff that ideas2bank are built upon.  For those that have seen the latest episode I will just leave this here and for the few that truly and viscerally have experienced this at a worldwide level – I personally thank you. (Oh yea and that is a mean loop by San Holo – word on the lazy web says he is gonna drop the full version soon.) 5,4,3,2,1 – Ship It!

https://youtu.be/fgZDdJMWDtM

Until then,

Go Big or Go Home!

@tctjr

HAIL THE SVEN In Memoriam – Steven Swenson March 13, 1967 – September 11, 2005

“With heart and hand I pledge you while I load my gun again, you will never be forgotten or the enemy forgiven, my good comrade.”

~ A.S.L.

As I just told the wife of Steven Swenson –  this evening  – I did not have the intention to write anything today.  As  I lifted weights this morning hoping they would lie to me concerning the poundage and watching the scenes of 9.11 – I remember 10 years ago – today – getting quite a different phone call four years after said terrorist  tragedy based on some theistic apparition. I hadn’t intended to write anything however many times intent can vacillate.  This vacillation was exacerbated by inquiry from a person who was wondering how a team came together eating steaks – so I answered him. Which in turn led him to comment “You should write a book.”  Yes well 10 years ago it was to be called “From The Valley To The Sea.”

Its been a decade.  Its time for some closure.   However one last little tidbit.

Sven: “Hey man i’m gonna cast off, you wanna take it down from San Juan to San Fran?”

Me: “Nah i gotta hit the road get on the tin bird.”

Sven:” So I’m gonna tell them I am leaving.”

Me: “Nah man dont do that just keep checking in the code via the wireless McGiver Rig”

(Note: Way pre ubiquitous wi-fi days)

Sven: “Think it will work?”

Me: “Sure I’ll run interference.”

In the book I’ll come clean on how I accomplished this…

This lasted 3 months before they found out…

So I was told its time to start writing.  One last thing before i sign off.  Roma, Leif and Gage – Steven would be very proud of all of you.

Oh yea and here is the Micgiver Rig… HAIL SVEN!

Its a Sven holding a Tampon.
Its a Sven holding a Tampon.

HAIL THE SVEN In Memoriam – Steven Swenson March 13, 1967 – September 11, 2005

“With heart and hand I pledge you while I load my gun again, you will never be forgotten or the enemy forgiven, my good comrade.”

~ A.S.L.

“Be Good and You Will Be Lonesome.” ~ Caption for the author’s photograph on shipboard via Following The Equator.

I sit looking at the translucent contrails and the cumulonimbus clouds creating rainbows above the herd in mid September 2014.  I do not see any flags on the masses of metal as they go about their so called living.  Patriotism is also a commercial business nowadays.  I too was in the ocean 9 years ago on this day – doing what I love – riding hurricane swells.  There are those on this day who fell at the hands of people who believe in a “better god”.  That being said Hail to John Hoekman who made it out of the north tower from the 87 floor after saving several.

True camaraderie is becoming a lost entity.  I still have what I term “my garbage bag crew” – those few men of whom without question I could call to bring “garbage bags” to clean up a mess (which also usually involve towels and other methods of disinfecting) yet those are tales of for another time or space.

One day Sven and I  were shooting some pool.  Gentlemen’s bet if memory serves correct.  We were discussing “Following The Equator.” by Mark Twain.  He said my favorite part of the book is the first page – “Be good and you will be lonesome.”  We ended up talking for a couple of hours about what it truly means to be a “good man”.  Most often than not a “being a good man” is not necessarily being “good” as it pertains to the so called social norms of society.   Jimmy Buffet wrote a song entitled “That is what living is to Me.”  Whilst we were discussing the book – out of suspicious coincidence said song came up on the playlist set to random play.  He started screaming THIS – THIS IS WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT!  WHY CANT ANYONE SEE  IT?  I said some are not meant to and we are usually dragged down by this stratification.  I said man some just arent, that is all it is –  born not made.”

Jimmy Buffet starts off the song by discussing he wrote the song based on the first page of the book.

“Book good and you will be lonesome.

Be Lonesome and you will be free,

Live a lie and you will to regret it.

Thats what living is to me.”  ~ J.B.

Your scars imprison and create you. Dead pirates tell no tales. One less garbage bag in the collection.

On this day we lost a husband, father, waterman and I lost one of my tribe and comrades Steven Swenson.

I will never forget.

Listen.

Jimmy Buffet’s “Thats What Living Is To Me.” 

HAIL THE SVEN

In Memoriam – Steven Swenson March 13, 1967 – September 11, 2005

“With heart and hand I pledge you while I load my gun again, you will never be forgotten or the enemy forgiven, my good comrade.”

~ A.S.L.

Well time contracts when you are taking care of business.  Another year has passed.  Most are acting like they are patriotic talking about the terrorist activity in the United States of America.  My hat tip to John Hoekman who ran down 87 flights of stairs in the North Tower after trying to save several persons.  An individual and comrade who is a cut above most.  That is all I have to say on that matter.  Hoekmaster Hails!

For those that know you know what I write about every year on this date since 2005.  Its been 8 years.  For those that are not aware you can and should refer to this link:  HAIL THE SVEN.

As a society we are loosing the concept of the true Tribal Nature of Man.  On this day we lost a husband, father, waterman and I lost one of my tribe and comrades Steven Swenson.  

I will never forget.